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Jimmy, where's everybody?

Inside.

Want to hear what happened today, Uncle Bill? A lot happened. Okay, what

happened today?

Well, the Tigers won at stickball.

Oh, that's good. That'll put you in the playoffs, Cindy.

And I made a hit. A single.

You did?

Well, I knew you could do it.

I bounced it to the pitcher, but he was so surprised I hit the ball, he forgot

to throw it to first.

That's the way. You got to keep them off balance.

And Bubby scored the winning run. Good for her.

But she had to slide into home, though.

Well, I just hope she didn't tear her jeans.

She didn't tear her jeans, Uncle Bill.

She broke her leg.

What?

Just a simple fracture, sir. Dr. Felton said that a few days' bed rest and then

she'd be up and around on crutches.

Hey, how is it? Pretty bad?

It's okay.

I already told him about we won the game and we'd get into the finals.

But we can't win the playoff without Buffy.

Why didn't you call me?

I did. Nobody answered the telephone.

Well, it's probably up on top of a building.

Well, I guess we can't go to the circus tonight.

Oh, no, sir. Dr. Felsen was most emphatic. A minimum of movement.

Well, we'll go another time.

Well, sure, Buff. The circus will be back next year.

And you'll still be able to get in for half pride.

Well, you guys could all go without me.

Nah, that wouldn't be any fun. We'll wait for you.

You get some rest now.

And if you need anything, anything at all, you just ring this little bell, and

I'll be there, okay?

Okay. We'll resume Alice's adventures after dinner, all right? Thank you, Mr.

French.

Want to play go fish?

Not right now, Jody.

You know, it could have been worse.

Worse than not going to the circus?

Uh -huh.

When you broke your leg sliding into home, you could have been out.

It still doesn't feel right.

I'll never be able to hit as good as you.

Sure you will.

I wish the doctor would just let you stand there and hit the ball. Then I

run for you.

It's probably against the rules.

I'm sure sorry you have to miss the finals, Buffy. The whole team is sorry.

Me too.

I was passing the shop, and I saw this in the window.

Well, Buffy might just like to have that.

There. Isn't that cute? I couldn't resist it.

Thanks, Sissy, but you didn't have to buy me the nightie.

Yes, she did, because they don't make one -legged pajamas.

Well, luncheon is served.

It looks delicious, Mr. Buffy. Oh, it is, Buffy, it is.

Here,

I'll help you, Buffy.

Uncle Bill, could we talk?

Shoot.

Well, I'm worried about Buffy.

Oh, don't worry about her. Her leg's going to be all right.

I know, but I think your morals need cheering up.

You don't mean morale, would you?

Well, if that's when you're the tiger's big stick and you can't be in the finals

tomorrow.

That's what morale is.

I think she feels bad on account of that.

Well, some things just can't be helped.

I'm going to talk to the guys and see if we can cheer up her morale.

Well, that's real nice of you, then.

She's a lucky girl to have you for a brother.

Now you're sharing up my morale.

Hey,

any Stefani papers?

Uh -huh. You want to read them, Uncle Bill?

No. they can't be very funny. You're not doing much laughing today.

Well, I'm just resting everything, even my face.

Uh -huh.

Hey, Bob.

Good luck, Dirty.

I'm not going yet. I got a surprise for you. What kind?

Close your eyes and you'll see.

How can I see with my eyes closed?

Oh, go on. Close your eyes.

You can open them now.

What's happening?

Tell her, Tom.

As captain of the 63rd Street Tigers, I announce this is Buffy Davis Day.

Are you surprised?

Yeah, I thought it was just plain Sunday.

And in honor of Buffy Davis Day, we award you the following things.

A bow autographed by all the Tigers.

Thanks.

I always keep it and I'll never bounce it.

And here's a lifetime pass to all the 63rd Street Tiger games.

But we never charged to get in anyway.

One day we might.

Okay, I'll hold on to it just in case.

Quite an honor, too.

I didn't even know there was one.

We just started it today.

Can they autograph your leg, Buffy?

We gotta. You broke it for the team.

Okay.

Buffy, you know what? We're gonna win this game.

This game's for the buffer.

That's good, Jody. Remember to choke up on the battle level.

Sports Bulletin.

Aye, indeed, sir. The 63rd Street Tigers are the new champions.

Too bad Buffy couldn't have been there.

Yes, sir, but guess who was the hero?

And I choked up on the bat and wham!

It wasn't an error?

No, it was a wham!

I told you we'd win the game for you, Buffy.

That's wrong, Jody.

You're not mad because we did it without you, are you?

Well, I better go take a bath. That was the toughest game I ever played.

Hello? Sissy Davis' bedroom.

Joey, what did you see that for?

Well, Mr.

French always says hello, Davis resident.

Hello?

Oh.

Hi, Greg.

Greg, I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you tonight.

Buffy has a broken leg.

Well, that has everything to do with it.

Well, if you don't understand, then you don't deserve for me to go out with you.

Okay. Call me tomorrow?

Bye.

Sissy? Hmm? You didn't have to stay home on account of me.

Look, Florence Nightingale didn't shirk her duties to go out on a date, did she?

I don't know. Did Greg ever ask her?

I'm going to go eat my chocolate pudding with Buffy.

If I may be excused.

It's okay.

Mind you don't get anything on the bed now, Judy.

Uncle Bill, I've been thinking about Buffy.

Oh, we all have.

And we'd think with the team coming over and them winning the game that you'd

cheer up.

Yes, you know, as much as we've attempted to console her, there are

she appears, well, decidedly unhappy, sir.

Maybe it's because she looked forward so much to going to the circus.

No, she's too smart for that. She knows she can go to the circus some other time

when she's okay.

Yeah, but Uncle Bill, when you're young, some other time seems like a million

years off.

I know. I was young once.

The circus means that much to her?

Well, I can't figure any other disappointment in her life.

I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, but you know we don't allow pets in this apartment

Oh, I know, but this isn't a pet, Mr. Ross. It's just a little baby elephant.

Have it your way, Mr. Davis. We do not allow baby elephants.

Well, we just want to do it for Buffy, you know, because of a broken leg.

Yes, you know, simply to convey the atmosphere of a circus to her for an

afternoon. That's all.

I cannot set a precedent.

If I permit you to bring in an elephant...

The next thing you know, one of the other tenants is going to want

bring in a giraffe.

That's your final word?

Absolutely, Mr. Davis. You may not, I repeat, not bring an elephant into this

building.

Mr. Ross was most emphatic, sir.

Sure was.

You know, sir, he did say that you definitely could not bring an elephant

the building.

Oh, sir, he failed to mention that I couldn't bring one in, sir.

You're making up stories again. I'll have to tell your father.

It isn't a story. It's an elephant.

Alfred, just press the button for the elevator.

Okay, Mom.

But could we walk?

Keep a pussycat.

Shut your eyes now.

What's the surprise, Uncle Bill?

It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you.

Just a hint.

Nope, nothing.

Shut the eyes.

ring circus, Miss Fifi, acrobat extraordinaire.

This flying beauty will perform acts of daring do never before seen in the Davis

living room.

Family Circus brings to you at great expense an enormous amount of ingenuity,

not to mention squeezing through a few doorways, the astounding, the

the amazing parade of the wild beasts.

Wild beasts. It's probably just a dog or a cat.

Dog, cat. You hear what he said?

Wild beasts.

It's a real live elephant.

Well, sure it's real live.

You couldn't go to the circus, so we brought the circus to you.

Oh, that nobody ever did this for any kid, anywhere, anyplace. Thank you,

Bill. Yeah.

Mine's Winnie.

I wish I could feed Winnie some peanuts.

Abracadabra!

Abracadabra. I get a scent, Mr. Fifi.

She's got a good appetite for a baby, you know.

Well, she's kind of a big baby.

Winnie weighed 200 pounds at birth, young lady.

Uncle Bill, how much did I weigh?

I don't know.

I guess about six pounds.

I bet I was a lot easier to birth than Winnie.

Ah, Mr. Clown, a fanfare.

And now, a daring, death -defying performance by an elephant never before

attempted in a New York apartment.

That's a very good trick, Winnie.

Thank you, Winnie.

Okay, show's over for tonight. Back to bed.

The best show I ever saw.

Up you go.

Doesn't seem to help, does it, sir? No, she smiles and she laughs, but she is

not happy.

In fact, she seems strangely unhappy.

Jody thinks it's because she's not playing with the stickball team.

Sissy thinks it's because she can't go to the circus. And I don't know what to

think.

Well, if I may make a suggestion, sir.

Well, sir, perhaps...

Buffy's unhappy because she thinks that, well, all our attention has been

focused on her lately and Jody's been left out.

You're neglecting him, huh?

Yes, and if Buffy thinks that Jody's unhappy, she couldn't enjoy a circus or

anything.

That's right, could be.

That's merely my opinion, sir.

Okay, let's find out.

Uncle Bill, can you help me blow up this balloon, please?

I'm all breathed out.

You think we haven't been paying enough attention to you lately?

No. Haven't I been paying enough attention to you lately, Uncle Bill?

Well, it's on account of Buffy. She needs me more until her leg's okay.

Yeah, she needs all of us.

Should be out of that cast in a few weeks now.

Yeah, she's so sad. You know, we've done everything we can to cheer her up and

nothing works.

Doctor, even the baby elephant was only a temporary stimulant.

Did she sort of force a smile, but underneath you could see she wasn't

happy? Yeah, that's it.

Well, that's a pretty normal reaction. We call it pain.

I mean, she's just plain hurt. Why didn't she say so? I have no idea. Why

you ask her?

It's a good idea. I've asked everybody else.

I'll check again in a few days, Bill. But meanwhile, don't move her around or

jaw the bed, okay? Yes, sir. Thank you.

Mm -hmm.

You like talking?

Mm -hmm. I was just talking to Mrs. Beasley.

Oh.

Well, you should have been talking awfully quietly.

She can hear me thinking.

Sure she can.

Hey, you remember when I had the broken leg from skiing?

You took real good care of me then when you made sure everything was okay.

I wanted to.

Well, it goes both ways, you know.

Right. You're taking care of me. And so is Mr. French and Sissy and Jody.

Over and over and over.

Did you like Buffy Davis Day?

Wonderful.

The circus?

Yeah, that was neat -o.

Now listen, we always tell each other the truth, right?

And the truth never hurts a bit.

But broken legs hurt sometimes.

Why not?

Because everyone was doing so much for me. The baseball team and you and Mr.

French and Jody and Sissy even gave up going out just to stay home and punch

pillows.

Why didn't you tell us to stop?

Well, it only hurt a little. Like when the boys were autographing me and like

when you carried me to the living room.

Like when I sat down in the bed just now.

This little teeny bed.

Okay, well, we'll do things a little better around here from now on. We'll

leave you alone.

Not all alone.

No, never all alone.

See, that didn't hurt a bit.